AN: Firstly, it has been ages since i've last actually written a story where the plot is centered around the main character and an OC. Over the years, I found that stories in the past involving OC's were much better than those in the present, now they're all the same, a lot of them. So, i'll try to do something that stands out, and I hope you like it.
No pairings, at least no romantic pairings yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: In order to pay off debt imposed on her Orphanage by the Uzumaki, a young nun must escort the clan's heiress, Mito, to Konoha for her arranged marriage. Upon her dealings with the village, she meets the head of the mysterious Uchiha, and in turn sparks an awkward friendship with Madara. LIttle by little, she manages to bring light into his world full of darkness.
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Humming.
Humming was one of the only things that had distracted her so far, one of the only things that had taken her mind off of the blazing heat, her achy feet, and the newfound stiffness emitting in her body as a result of her dormant chakra being awakened so suddenly.
She looked beside her at the carriage containing the Uzumaki heiress and was thankful that the woman had hardly noticed any of the past ruckus that had befallen her journey.
She could only imagine the anger that would emitted from the silent Uzumaki had her wedding journey been ruined.
Wedding journey, she thought to herself. For a woman who was to be married, Mito Uzumaki seemed very displeased. She assumed then, that the marriage was arranged, why else would Miss Mito be so rude when questioned?
"A body guard like you should learn not to dive into business regarding noble clan's such as my own, nor that of my soon to be husband's," is what Mito had said to her escort as she leaned on the open window of her carriage.
No longer was the window open.
Then again, perhaps it could have been a result of their obvious differences? Mito sported an elaborate white kimono, her very essence dabbed in elegance. Perhaps she was raised in a way that taught her not to mingle with those below a certain social class? Was her husband like this too?
Cecilia, her escort, had wondered just that.
Poverty wreaked from her own tattered apparel. But what could any civilized person expect, she worked at an orphanage, a nun who presided over war orphans.
The latest fashion was not a privilege she could indulge in. Food and medicine came first, shoes and new dressed for herself could wait, even if she'd had the same dress for over four years.
Cecilia thought to distract herself from such dreadful conclusions and instead imagined what it would be like in Konoha. The leader of the caravan had alerted the passengers and escorts that they'd be arriving to Konoha soon and perhaps meet up with a company sent ahead in order to further guide them into the village.
She was excited, the feeling always possessed her when being recruited for a new job and visiting new places. Though paying off debt that her orphanage had obtained throughout the years was hard, she'd become an active ninja again. The downside, of course, was killing and fighting, but the plus was meeting new people, familiarizing herself with new lands.
And of course, at the end of it all, she always returned to her orphanage, welcoming familiar faces and telling them tales of her new adventures, minus the killing though.
Now she'd have a new adventure to tell them.
Her humming came to a halt as the caravan did the exact same thing. The window beside her, Mito's, quickly opened, and the red headed heiress stuck her head out and surveyed the area.
Trees, she most likely noticed.
"Cecilia, are we here?" Mito's voice was calm, yet laced with a confusing emotion. Anticipation, nervousness?
"I'm not entirely sure, Miss, but_" she abruptly cut off at the sudden spike of chakra behind her.
Swirling around, she prayed that these weren't bandits or thugs again. She thought against it though, the chakra was much too large, almost inhuman.
"We'll take it from here," the voice said, smooth and deep.
Cecilia looked up into a coal dark eye, just inches above her head. Well, a foot to be exact, the intruder was quite tall, his hair like a dark lions mane, framing half of his face, the other free of it's entanglement.
"Hashirama-san?" Mito had breathed quietly as looked at the man beside her carriage, however, quickly ducking behind her fan after the embarrassing statement.,
"No, he asked me to send members of my clan to join you when you were past the halfway point. Things tend to get dangerous," his eyes looked to Mito, than back to the small girl beside him, "And i doubt company such as this could keep you safe."
Mito giggled, she actually giggled. Cecilia, while silently seething, assumed that was the happiest emotion she'd seen from Mito since the beginning of this long trip.
"And I am, by the way, Madara Uchiha," he spoke again, his attention now clearly devoted to Mito, "head of the Uchiha."
And a stingly family you must be, Cecilia gruffly thought to herself, taking into account Mito's previous proclamation of noble clans. As the caravan continued, Cecilia kept her mouth shut and slowed her pace as Madara walked ahead, speaking to Mito and occasionally flashing a grin.
She reminded herself that it would all be over soon, and that she'd been walked over numerous times by certain clients who hadn't the time of day for her.
This would be no different, the head of a clan such as the Uchiha, and the heiress of the Uzumaki were most definitely noble, two untouchable's in Cecilia's mind.
She'd give them space to speak, they had the right to converse, she didn't.
So, looks like they got off on the wrong foot. Depending on the feedback, i'll write another chapter, and I hope you do like it given it's short span. The next chapter'll be longer. Also, am I the only one who notices something different about fanfiction, the filter more specifically? Anyways, if you want to know how Cecilia looks, i'll put a link on the page. Until then, hope you like it, please review, and God bless!
